War Paint

Light the torch
young warrior
spread sight upon of this night
the violence
feel no hatred- of this act
the purpose is born from vengeance
pure and right.

Burn the body-
for all of us in justice

spit on the refuse-
grind it in-
and paint your face with the ashes that used to be blood.

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